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Aug 2012
On a day like today
When the clouds have hidden the sun
And the wind is cool and rain threatens,
I brew tea.

On a night like last night
When sadness is a knife
And salt stings my cheeks,
I brew tea.

When inspiration strikes,
When night descends,
When love leaves,
When friends come,
When rain falls,
When sadness calls,
I brew tea.
I'm British.  Here's my love poem to tea.
Alexandra Burwood
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Alexandra Burwood  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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